A/N: Fifty Reviews, eighty+ follows, eighty+ favorites…Oh. *Inhale*. My. *Inhale*. A god. *Inhale*. I cannot express how much I love you guys right now, not through words, or actions, just take all of my FEELS. *Dance of happiness commences. Throwing flowers at each of you.*

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No winner this chapter, honorable mention goes to TheAlphaVulpine just for the six million dollar man line. I keep reading it and giggling.

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I had already written this one before I posted the last one. You know why? Because it was supposed to be one chapter. I split it up because I just wanted to watch you squirm before I posted it.

Animatronic speakies.

Mike thinkies.

Daryl looked at the security tablet, keeping his face expertly blank as he watched the same scene replay again and again. Bridging his hands together in front of his mouth to hide his emotions as best he could. Which Jeremy could only imagine being a snarl ready to tear his head off.

Daryl sighed heavily through his nose, before carefully lower his hands to speak to Jeremy. Who could only hang his head in bitter shame. Daryl sighed heavily one last time, before raising from his chair violently and smashing his hand onto the desk loud enough to make the bang ring in Jeremy's head.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?" He shouted, the veins in his neck wanting to burst with his anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO I PAY YOU FOR? TO SIT AROUND AND HAVE SEX ON YOUR SHIFT? NO, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WATCH THEM AND PREVENT THIS FROM HAPPENING! I WON'T STAND FOR THIS!" He said, banging his hands on the table repeatedly. Making Jeremy squirm under his intense anger.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH THOSE ANIMATRONICS COST? I WON THAT MONEY IN A LAWSUIT! ALL MOST ALL OF IT WENT INTO RESTORING THE BUILDING AND REPAIRING THE NEW ANIMATRONICS! DO YOU THINK I JUST HAVE MONEY COMING OUT MY ASS TO FIX ANY OF YOUR FUCK UPS?" He said, ripping Jeremy's night watch hat from his head.

"GET OUT MY SIGHT!" Daryl voice was becoming hoarse from the intensity of his yelling. Sounding similar to someone gargling nails. He would probably lose his voice tomorrow.

Jeremy sat with his eyes screwed shut. Refusing to leave the chair. Forcing himself to open his eyes and speak. "I'm sorry sir, but I can't leave yet. Mike's my friend and I can't leave him right now. Not after what I did."

"I don't care what you do, just get out of my fucking sight an send Mike in. I have to talk to him." Daryl said, sitting down in his chair and spinning so he wouldn't have to face Jeremy.

"I don't know sir. Mike won't leave backstage. All he'll do is glance at me and then he'll keep going back to trying to fix her." Jeremy said. Watching as his boss was silent and refused to leave his spot.

"Fine, I'll go to him. I better not see your face when I turn around." Daryl heard Jeremy scatter out of his office and slumped in his chair once the door was shut.

He brought a hand to his face and groaned. "How the hell do I break this to Mike? I can't afford another animatronic and she's…Jesus, I shouldn't have to deal with this shit." Daryl sighed one last time before he got up from his seat. Staring at the do not cross line and the few police officials around backstage and pirate cove, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was starting to feel as if this place was destined to close.

He was outside the backstage curtain and looked sadly at each of the animatronics. He politely asked an officer for a moment alone with Mike. Who was busy trying to straighten out Foxy's arm, or her leg, he couldn't tell. It made his stomach turn thinking about it. He would just have to be blunt.

"Mike, you need to go home. You've been here for two days straight. You need to get some sleep." Daryl said once they were alone, grabbing the man on the shoulder to get his attention.

"I can't go home. Not until she's fixed. You'll throw her in the garbage when I go." Mike said, his voice raw and hoarse from his own tears and cries of sorrow. His tears having run dry long ago.

"Mike, we can't afford another Foxy animatronic. Even if we could it wouldn't be anything like her. You've got-" Daryl was surprised when Mike turned on him quickly and held Foxy's head up to his face. His own face contorted in agony.

"I saw her fucking eyes light up Daryl, she isn't dead. She won't be until I give up on her." He said, nearly collapsing but managing to bury himself back in the repair job.

Daryl sighed. "Mike I wouldn't be surprised if they did. But she's been disconnected from her power source for way too long for her processor not to fry. She can die, and she probably did. It isn't healthy for you to obsess over it."

Mike's shoulders racked with his silent sobs. Unable to keep the pain to himself anymore. "Please Daryl…just give me a little time. You won't have to pay for a new one, I'll fix her up. Good as new."

"I can give you that much. I'll give you a week to fix her. After that…" Daryl wasn't a bad guy at heart. He knew Mike somehow cared for Foxy immensely. He'd give him at least a chance.

Mike wordlessly thanked Daryl with a wave of his head. After a while, Mike found himself alone backstage working endlessly to repair Foxy's horribly deformed body. The animatronics were set to wake up soon, that was when he got the most work done. They were a hell of a lot stronger than him and could unbend Foxy a lot better than he could.

If he ever found out who did this…

He'd kill them.

Later

He wasn't upset with Jeremy, not in the slightest. He had deliberately brought the two of them together so they would do that. Jeremy had no idea that something like that would happen. He knew Jeremy was tearing himself apart because of it.

He'd have to tell him that.

"Jeremy?" Mike called out, seeing his friend moping in his office.

He flinched, seemingly expecting Mike to lash out at him. But once no physical violence came, he was able to respond. He wouldn't look Mike in the eye though, he didn't deserve to.

"I'm sorry Mike. I'm so sorry…" He said, repeating the last word he said to Mike before his world crumbled.

Mike didn't say a word, merely sitting down and placing an arm around his friend. "It's not your fault. Stop apologizing or I'll get angry because of that."

"I can't help it Mike. If I was actually doing my fucking job then you wouldn't be going through this right now!" He said. He wanted Mike to yell and scream at him, something he could expect. Something he thought he deserved. He didn't deserve Mike's friendship and he certainly didn't deserve not getting his ass beat.

"Jeremy, think about this. Those guys are made out of metal strong enough to ram into these doors without a second thought. It isn't your fault. If you had tried to stop it, then you might be dead along with Foxy…never mind. Foxy isn't dead. She's just sleeping. The guy who did this was obviously strong as fuck." Mike explained to probably the closest thing he had to a best friend.

Jeremy couldn't take it anymore. Mike was too forgiving and no matter which way he spun it, Mike refused to blame him for what happened. He grabbed onto Mike painfully tight and sobbed into his chest. Choking out how much he didn't deserve Mike as a friend.

"It's all right buddy. Foxy's gonna be fine. After a while we're all gonna look back on this and laugh, drinking wine from the skull of the guy who did this." Mike made a terrible joke, he knew it. But Jeremy laughed and thanked him anyway.

Eventually, Mike left his friend to recover and was back with Freddy and Bonnie, straightening out any metal pieces that they could get their hands around. Mike welding together the pieces he needed to.

It didn't matter to him, he'd work on her until she could hold him back.

The Next Day

"M-Mike." The timid voice was back, but all the confidence it had gained was gone. It was clear to Mike, he could hear that she had stopped crying recently. Dropping his tools for a moment he turned and gave T. Foxy a hug and let her cry her sadness out onto him. He could only guess at how much T. Foxy actually depended on her sister for confidence.

"It's all right, I'm not gonna stop. We aren't going to stop until she's fixed. Right guys?" Mike said, getting a fierce nod from both Bonnie and Freddy. The two of them were the only ones physically strong enough to straighten out Foxy's body. He would admit that without them he wouldn't be able to save her.

"Thank you M-Mike. Thank you so much! She means the world to me. I can't bear to go on without her." She said, crying back into Mike's chest. Mike himself on the verge of crying too.

"Don't worry. As long as I can pick up my wrench and my torch I won't stop fixing her. I haven't slept in three days and don't plan to. I won't sleep until I can sleep in her arms!" Mike said, pushing T. Foxy away so he could look into her eyes and show her how utterly confident he was that Foxy would speak again.

"Mike…" She said, unable to hold back her thanks. She enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. He truly cared about Foxy.

Mike was on the verge of crying himself, T. Foxy and her sister felt so similar he almost lost himself.

But he couldn't do that,

He had work to do.

The Next Night

"Mr. Schmidt? Chica wants to talk to you." T. Chica said, tapping Mike on the shoulder. She hadn't personally known Foxy that well. But she was still family and she was greatly saddened. She was just able to cope a bit better.

"Okay, send her in." Mike said, four days of not sleeping beginning to catch up with him. He didn't care, he wouldn't sleep for a year if he had to.

"She won't leave the kitchen." T. Chica said forlornly.

Mike sighed heavily, stretching his exhausted back. "All right, take five guys."

It really sucked having to be everyone's emotional center. But he was the closest to Foxy and decided that he had to assure everyone that Foxy would be fine. He was positive of it.

"Chica?" Mike said, trying to get the attention of the chicken girl in the corner. Her knees up to her chin and her arms wrapping around herself to make herself as small as possible. Chica cared so much about everybody he didn't know who it hurt more when Foxy was attacked. Him or Chica.

"Mr. Mike…tell me Foxy's all right." She said, sniffling.

Mike sat down in front of the chicken girl. Doing his best to sound reassuring. "Foxy is all right. Remember how I said her eyes lit up? She's still there, she's just waiting on me to finish my part."

"Are…are you sure?" She asked, rocking back and forth on her butt. Remembering how excited Mike got when Foxy's eyes lit up for a moment.

"Fucking positive." He said the conviction in his voice not faltering from the moment he started repairing her. Giving the chicken girl the comfort hug he knew she needed.

He didn't care anymore if he was the emotional baggage,

Foxy would appreciate him keeping everyone's spirits up.

The Next Day

Mike didn't expect Bonnie or Freddy to falter, they were there with him the whole time. Fixing what he physically couldn't.

But Thursday night, Bonnie couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't do it anymore…we aren't getting anywhere." Bonnie said, pounding his fists on the table and collapsing between them. Freddy didn't look much better.

Mike had absolutely none of it. Bonnie was tough, he could take this.

"Bonnie. Bonnie! BONNIE! Look at me!" Mike said, yelling at the end to get the rabbit's attention. Hesitantly, the rabbit picked his head up.

"Don't bother Mike…it's not possible…she's gone." Bonnie said, his face contorting in heartache.

Mike twitched in anger, grabbing a wrench and slamming it down in front of the rabbit. Making him jump. "Listen to me Bonnie, really listen. This isn't something either of us give up on anymore. Everyone is counting on us. Freddy will be thankful, Foxy will be thankful, everyone will be thankful. I will love you for it man." Mike began his eyes burning with a passion Bonnie had never seen.

"You are a brother to me now. A fucking brother. You are all my family now. Foxy is the reason we're all this close now. Nothing would have been the same if she didn't have the courage to stand up to Freddy all those months ago. I know it's hard, I know it's awful. But if we give up on her now we would spit on her memory. Look at this!" Mike ranted, losing himself and panting out of exertion. Holding up a piece of Foxy's body they had fixed.

"Yesterday I couldn't even tell this was her fucking arm. Look at it! It looks brand fucking new. You did this. If it wasn't for your hard work and ass busting we wouldn't be able to save her. But with your help man, we will save her." Bonnie felt his will return like gasoline poured on a dying fire. His eyes hardened with determination to save his friend ,no, his family from death.

Mike smirked with satisfaction when he handed Bonnie a piece of metal, he wasn't able to bend earlier, and straightened it like a fucking straw.

"Let's get back to work."

Mike wouldn't let anybody quit, not now, not ever.

Friday Morning

The daytime of the last day he had to fix Foxy dragged on forever, Mike thanked every god he knew of for all of the time he had.

He was close…so fucking close.

But he was finally starting to crack.

Mike yelled in rage as he tried and failed to straighten a piece of her arm. Collapsing and sobbing into his arms. He just didn't have enough time. He didn't have the tools to fix Foxy after today.

He was out of time.

A knock at the door spurred him from his thoughts. Slowly, as exhausted as he was, he made his way to the door and opened it. A face he thought he'd never see again showing itself.

"Anna? Is that you? Oh my god! How have you been?" Mike felt his exhaustion and anger fly out of his body when Anna waved at him happily. Het toothy grin melting his heart, despite it missing a tooth.

"Hi Mike! I came here with my family because we heard how today was supposed to be when Miss Foxy would perform again. Where is she?" Anna's innocent question brought Mike back down to earth. His happy smile fading from his face as he wordlessly went back and grabbed Foxy's head and brought it to the surprised Anna.

"Is she going through repairs?" She asked, amazingly not slurring her words as she cradled Foxy's head to her chest. The pleasant memories of talking to the fox bringing a smile to her face. Thankfully, she seemed to not remember much of what happened.

"No, Miss Foxy might never…come…back…" Mike couldn't hold it anymore. He had spent so much effort building up everyone else that he left his own pillar to crumble. He sobbed into his hands, sitting on his knees. Crying his heart heart out.

He had failed.

"Mike?" Anna asked, very worried for her friend. Placing a hand on his hat and bobbling it off his head the way her father always did to cheer her up.

"Come on Mike. Miss Foxy can't go away. She's right there." It took a long time for her little mind to comprehend what was troubling Mike so much. She saw the wrench tied tightly around the piece of endoskeleton he was trying so hard to straighten.

She huffed the way only an optimistic and determined eight year old could. Rolling up the sleeves on her dress she walked up and grabbed the wrench and tugged as hard as her little body could grunting loud enough to draw Mike's attention.

Mike watched, astonished at the act in front of him before laughing to himself slightly. A little girl was repairing his woman.

He couldn't let a little girl show him up. So he wrapped his much larger hands around hers and tugged as hard as he could. He tugged until he felt the muscles in his arm begin to lose feeling. He yanked and pulled until he felt his arms go out. He closed his eyes and pulled until he almost passed out.

When his eyes opened up he saw a sight that warmed his wounded heart. Anna's father was there next to him, his sleeves rolled up and pulling along with Mike. When he looked down he noticed how Foxy's endoskeleton forearm…

Was straight.

That Night

Mike's head was buried in his hands, he looked onto the table Foxy was on. The various tools they all used to straighten her various broken parts and undent them strewn about it. He looked at Foxy herself through his teary eyes. He looked at Bonnie crying in the corner. He watched Freddy look on sadly as his own body shook with sadness.

Mike looked back at the unfinished repair job on Foxy.

The men were waiting to take her body back to the dump. Two men grabbed her body and carried it out the backroom. Another reaching for her head only to have Mike tell them to give him one more minute.

Mike couldn't bring himself to say anything to Foxy's silent and expressionless head. Fixed to perfection only an hour ago.

One more day…it was all he needed.

Mike clutched her head to his chest and cried one last time, he cried his heart out for her. He felt each of the animatronics come over and give her one last family hug. If she was going away they would send her away as a family.

Mike couldn't tell who was the saddest, someone was mumbling right into his ear and it sounded like they needed something.

"Who…who said that?" Mike asked, the animatronics around him backing off slightly when he asked.

"I did." A familiar voice said, everyone in the room was astonished.

No…it can't be…

When Mike pulled Foxy's head away from his chest he saw something he thought he'd never see.

"Why can't I move me head? When did you get so tall Mikey?" Only one person called him Mikey with a pirate accent.

"FOXY!" Mike didn't hear what she said next. He was too busy sobbing in relief.

Foxy was alive, that was all he cared about right now.

A/N: Heh, I'm a real bastard aren't I? Oh well, honestly, how many of you actually thought she was gone for good? Be honest now. I hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you enjoyed or have ideas for the next chapter!